New to to archives is part 4 of the concluding book of this infamous saga of domination and submission! Titled 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town!' it really puts the X back in Xmas!
'"Every year each district in the Empire has to provide a woman for the contest that selects the Bride of the Sun God. The winner, if you can call her that, is sacrificed to the Sun God at the solstice The five runners-up become the high priests' concubines. The losers become sex slaves here in the temple, although they call us priestesses. The donations we bring in are a major source of income for the temple." '
(More fiction by Zack below...)
'I felt their minds as they approached. A vampire has enhanced senses psychic and physical. I could read the texture of their thoughts, the incessant bubblings of the innocent one, the visual modalities of the artist, the bonded minds of the lovers, the quiet of a warrior concerned for the fate on one he had loved and one more a strange one that swam with pictures of vampire 'chicks' in latex and vinyl. Intriguing.'
Musker's legendary trilogy of feminine mayhem, taking place over the holidays of Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas! Including the complete text for 'Omens' and 'Cornucopia', and the first three parts of the all new concluding book, ''Tis the Season'!
Through the Forest
by Zack
'This was not a nice Monday morning for Martha Johnson. She was lying face down on the carpet in her office at the State Bank of Cortez, Colorado.'
'Cynthia looked down in horror and saw how the falling rain was fast rendering her white lawn nightdress transparent. She raised her hands to cover herself as best she could.
'"Don't she look sweet? Our very own damsel in distress." One biker started to undo his belt...'
'The Doctor looked long and hard at the bound and gagged woman, just like a spider would at it's recently captured and packaged prey. Her sober expression was slowly turning into one of unexpected happiness...'
'It wasn't easy being a 24-year-old high tech corporate thief. To be most effective, many of the jobs Kiana attempted required her to pretend to be someone she wasn't. It didn't help that as a part time fetish model and a full time student working toward her Master's Degree in Business, she had exams to study for, term papers to write and bondage photo shoots to fit into her busy schedule...'
'Since I was quite a young girl, I've had fantasies about being abducted and tied up. It was always a real turn on-- then it actually happened to me!'
'That was when the idea of tying her to the train tracks came to him, and like the thought of raping her in the first place, once it was there it wouldn't go away. He had always been aroused by pictures and old movies that featured lovely damsels tied to railroad tracks...struggling helplessly, their eyes filled with extreme terror. He wondered vaguely if he was losing his mind. He decided it didn't really matter if he was. All he knew or cared about was that there was no way Rachel could refuse him now.....'
'"So you're completely on your own now, Cheryl?" Ms. Sardisian recapped, "How very admirable! I'm sure that will stand out on your application." She gave a cold smile.'
'The stone gargoyles almost seemed to be ogling the young woman as she walked past them. Her beauty was stunning, set under the dark baroque archways of the tower. He skin was of flawless symmetry, dark eyes, sculpted nose and full lips. Her makeup was applied in such a way to accentuate her ample charms. Her neck was bedecked in a silk and bejeweled choker. The silken skin that was her shoulders was bare. Her elegant gown only began to cover her scandalous down on her bosom. She wore silken gloves that covered her forearms. The rest of her charms were held in sharp relief by the gown that bound them within it. Though the concealing fabric allowed him not the chance to guise upon her hidden delights he had no doubt they were ample. Also hidden within that fabric, unbeknownst to him, was a poison tipped needle she hoped she would not have to use.'
"Chasity crept through the yards and walked up to one of Von Horne's basement windows. She fell to her knees and peered in. What she saw looked like something out of a thirties horror movie. A regular Frankenstein's laboratory filled the room. Huge tubes, machinery, electricity flickering between electrodes...' "
"The diminutive redhead smiled at me. 'Don't worry about your wife, Mr. Samuel. I don't intend to harm her-- she's just going to be my plaything for a while. I never break my human toys, at least not by accident! Of course if you fail us, I'll have no recourse but to take out my frustrations on her lovely anatomy...' "
The oldest DID story of them all is given a new twist by this talented scribe from the Erotic Mind Control Archives!
One of the top authors from the Erotic Mind Control Story Archives drops by to spin a tale about heroism, diabolical mesmerism, and decidedly erect rescuefication!